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Updated: June 27, 2025
"Me frind, th' American ambassadure was there, an' manny iv th' seats iv larnin' in th' gran' stand was occupied be th' flower iv our seminaries iv meditation or thought conservatories. I r-read it in th' pa-apers. At th' time I come in they was recitin' a pome fr'm th' Greek, to a thoughtful-lookin' young profissor wearin' th' star-spangled banner f'r a necktie an' smokin' a cigareet.
A faint clapping was heard from the direction of the house, and turning, Ken saw his sister dropping him a curtsey at the door. "That," she said, "is a poem, not a pome a perfectly good one." "Go 'way!" shouted Ken. "You're a wicked interloper. And you don't even know why Kirk and I write pomes about toads, so you don't!"
"Here is certainly a real 'pome, and on aviation the latest fad: "'SKY HIGH BY MARSHALL MCMAHON MCNUTT of Millville dealer in Real Estate Spring Chickens &c. I sigh Too fly Up high In the sky. But my Wings air shy And so I cry A sad goodby Too fly- Ing."
'I say, says Scanlan, 'that, if ye make anny more funny cracks, I'll hitch a horse to that basket fender, he says, 'an' dhrag it fr'm ye, he says. At that Hogan dhrew his soord, an' says he: 'Come on, he says, 'come on, an' take a lickin, he says. An' Scanlan dhrew his soord, too. 'Wait, says Hogan. 'Wait a minyit, he says. 'I must think, he says. 'I must think a pome, he says.
So he goes ar-round exhibitin' th' recent site, an' warnin' people that, whin they ar-re shootin' bears, they must see that their gun is kept loaded an' their face is nailed on securely. If ye iver see a bear that looks like a man, shoot him on th' spot, or, betther still, r-run up an alley. Ye must niver lose that face, Hinnissy. "I showed th' pome to Father Kelly," continued Mr. Dooley.
He then chose a violet cap with a yellow feather to match the court dress, a court sword, high riding boots, and loose turned-over boots used for walking, but left all other matters to the tailor. "When your man brings the things to me at the auberge Pome d'Or I will pay him at once," he said.
"She's a pernounced brunette," explained the poet; "and her name is Birdie. I thought some of entitlin' the pome: 'To a Mocking Bird'; but I surmised that would sound too pussonal. She has mocked me, an' others, more'n once." He sighed, still smarting at the memory of a gibe; then he recited the following in an effective monotone:
Sometimes I run over a string of rhymes, but generally speaking it is strange what a short list it is of those that are good for anything. That is the pitiful side of all rhymed verse. Take two such words as home and world. What can you do with chrome or loam or gnome or tome? You have dome, foam, and roam, and not much more to use in your pome, as some of our fellow-countrymen call it.
A scrupulous person would hardly endeavour to slay a cardinal, who is also the minister of France, in the streets of Paris in broad daylight. He is capable of burning down the Pome d'Or, and all within it, in order to obtain revenge on you. I feel very uneasy about you. However, sleep may bring counsel, and we will talk it over again in the morning."
Big, and long legs, and kind of long, rough hair, and deep in the chest and " "That's Chance; but how did you know?" "Why, Billy writ a pome 'bout him onct. Sold it and we lived high for a week. Sure as you live! It was called 'Chance of the Concher. Gee Gosh! I thought it was jest one of them poetical dogs, like."
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